“Since the docther robbed us of our Sunbeam, I’ve made it me dooty to drop in at his home nearly ivery day to make sure her father and mither are treating her right.”
“Did you find they are doing so?” gravely asked Scout Master Hall.
“I ’spose they’re doing as well as could be ixpicted. I tried to impriss upon them that it was their dooty niver to refuse Sunbeam anything,—no matter what she asked. I’ve been trying to do the same wid dad and me mither as to mesilf, but haven’t been able to bring them to my way of thinking. I paddled over this morning and had a talk wid the docther about Jack’s game leg.”
“And what did he say?” inquired the subject of the query.
Mike sighed as if loath to reply.
“I asked him whither it didn’t sometimes happen whin a felly had his leg broke and it was mended that it was longer or shorter than t’other, to which he replied, yis. I then said if the same was found to be the case wid Jack, he oughter saw off the longer leg so as to make itself aven with t’other and Jack wouldn’t hev to limp.”
“How did the idea strike him?” asked the grinning boy on his couch.
“He was much imprissed, as Larry Coogan said whin a keg of nails dropped from the roof onto his head. I offered to taich Jack the words of a song I heerd some time ago, which, he is to sing while the wrong leg is being made right.”
“What is that?”
“‘Just Tell ’Em that you Saw Me.’”